You are My Joshna (Full moon)

Abandoned childhood, what a sweet childhood!

All those days are floating in the eyes!

Running fast, running youth.

Chokh Boze heard that loud noise!

Throwing fishing, swallowing the bait, fishing!

Stealing and planting mangoes, giving chase!

Run away from school, jump straight into the pond!

That sin had to be paid by mother's beating!

Because of not reading, hands were red every day!

Six-seven as soon as you read the print of the cane!

A crowd of young people clamored across the village,

Neighborhood and neighborhood, when will they forget?

Ripe mangoes on toasts on summer afternoons,

Running all day long, the sport is non-stop.

Danguli, Kanamachi, crickets and more!

Will get back some day, like that day?

Random football kick in the rain!

That is the night of Josna, full of chatter.

Latim and marble raids started,

All of this day is dim to that day!

He used to fly in the sky with a kite,

If it was cut, the kite would be very sad.

That pitha pulita eaten on a winter morning,

Calling mother 'mother' is the sweet bully!

Still running, but where is that happiness?

Where is the beloved face of the mask?

The bored mind goes to the abandoned roots,

How do you forget the golden days?

Today only climbing the ladder of livelihood,

However, the mind wants to return to that nine-tenth

Childhood eyes open in the sky of memories

What happiness says, keep it there!